Maps absent the name of a classified place
on some northern patch of English moors
where the forbidden tomb of our lost race
hoards secrets in its silver pyramid.
Secrets undreamt-of by the wrighting hands
of relic steam trains that hasten past
out of breath, in their trench thru no-mans land
where only sheep go over the top.
Richard Lung learned from Dorothy Cowlin, novelist, nature-lorist and poet. He writes in traditional genres besides SF and the strange. Published in mainly British small presses and more recently in Star*line, Strong Verse, Dark Metre, Kaleidotrope.